Free Days With The Undead (Book 1) by Julianne Snow

them? In a panic, it hastily tried to turn around on the road. Unfortunately, the sides of the road were soft and it ended up getting stuck in the loose dirt and gravel.
    Realizing that she would be trapped if she stayed put the lone occupant of the car, a woman, got out. She left her car door open so in the meager light we watched her take off. She didn’t make it very far, but the commotion afforded us the needed momentum to finally break free.
    Once we were through them, we didn’t stop. We just drove, trying to answer the questions that crept into the forefront of our minds. There was a part of us that wanted to know how many had managed to get this far. We knew that they couldn’t have been from neighboring towns, mainly because there was no news of the infection getting this far. It was just so odd that they had managed to catch up when we were now travelling by vehicle.
    Then realization hit me; these must be people who had tried to get away from it and then ended up trusting the wrong person. Someone in their group who must have been hiding a bite or scratch.
    It was sad, if only for the fact that people had to know what they were going to turn into if they got infected. As a group, we had already made a pact to be honest about possible bites or scratches. We knew that our honesty was going to help keep us alive and I will state now that I trust these men implicitly as I’m sure they trust me. We have come too far and have too much to lose to put it all on the line now.
    As we slowed our pace a little bit, thinking that we had gotten far enough away, hands smacked against my window and a bloodied ashen face pressed up next to me, its mouth moving in a mockery of mastication. The headlights had now illuminated a few of the wanderers, those that look almost confused about what their new role in undeath was.
    Max accelerated again, not wasting any time putting the scene and the Undead as far in the rear view mirror as possible. We now know that we’re not safe yet and that we may never be so... Pray for life, please.
     

Day 12:
    The Internet has certainly been alive today. The abundance of information is frightening for two reasons: you don’t know how much of it you can trust. And if you can trust it, it means that the situation is only going to get worse and quickly.
    The states that are now reporting massive outbreaks and incidences of the Undead are Vermont, Maine, New Hampshire, New York, Pennsylvania, Connecticut, Rhode Island, Ohio, West Virginia, Virginia, Maryland, Delaware, Michigan, Indiana, Kentucky, Illinois, Missouri, and Iowa. Outbreaks are also being reported throughout Ontario, as well as in Manitoba, Quebec, Nova Scotia and New Brunswick.
    By tomorrow the list will likely be longer.
    The Undead are multiplying at an exponential rate. Whomever they kill only joins them. It’s like the mythical Ouroboros, the iconic symbol of the serpent circling back upon itself to bite its own tail – a symbol of eternity, of immortality.
    At some point, the Undead will run out of a food source and potentially starve to their second death; but considering that their food source is us, it’s not the best plan for us to just wait them out. And that’s only if what we’ve seen in movies and read in literature can be trusted.
    We are relying on the assumption that they consume us for a specific and necessary reason. They might not need to consume us for nourishment at all. Their attacks on us may only be a means of transmitting and thereby propagating itself. The virus or bacterium or alien organism causing all of this needs a means of passing itself along. The only form of survival it has is replication.
    What if the Undead don’t “starve” once they stop finding people out in the open to infect?
    What if we are destined to be plagued by the Undead forever?
    There will come a certain point in time when the bodies of the Undead will give way. Their tissues will putrefy and rot away, but only if it still